Chapter 31 Chapter 30

The private psychiatric clinic that mainly treats depression is located in one of the most expensive areas in Taipei, Zhongxiao East Road. Since the clinic treats civilized diseases, it naturally has to be opened in the most civilized area and charge the most civilized fees. I agree with its cost, because the sofa in the waiting room is very comfortable, and the cup of hot tea in my hand also smells very good.More importantly, the nurse who handed me tea just now is very cute, the dimples are very sweet, especially the calf is very thin, which is very suitable for hanging on the shoulder.Even if I do have depression, a bed with her should be a turnaround.

It's eight o'clock, and the consultation room opens on time. It's huge inside, with a copy of Dalí's most famous painting, The Persistence of Memory, a balcony full of plants, a nondescript desk, and a very pleasant brown sofa. I wonder if this big sofa not only allows the patient to lie down and cry about how gloomy his world is, but also has the function of allowing the doctor to use his dick to give the female patient an injection... Oh no, maybe it is to give the little nurse at the counter a nutritional injection Woolen cloth. "Eat something?" The doctor smiled, he was cutting an apple.

"Okay." I picked up another apple on the plate that he hadn't cut, and took a big bite. I didn't sit down on the alluring brown couch, because for some reason I just couldn't play the role of a patient in need.Or, patients who are willing to cooperate well. I stood in front of the balcony, pretending to be very interested in those thin-stemmed plants, and squatted down, pretending to take a good look at the little snails crawling slowly on the leaves, but in fact I was not interested at all. "The apple is delicious." I took another big bite: "You can start treating me, I have depression."

"You are not as serious as what you said in the medical record." The doctor smiled, and took a sliced ​​apple into his mouth: "Or are you going to explain it from the beginning?" "My medical records?" "Your friend faxed me a copy of your medical record, which was very serious. When you registered, your friend emphasized that you were on the verge of emotional collapse. If you don't receive emergency treatment, you may really commit suicide this time. Since you I am about to commit suicide urgently, so I have to work overtime urgently so that you can pay me a consultation fee before committing suicide." The doctor smiled and handed me the medical records that the devil had faxed to him.

"Oh?" I took it. In my psychiatric medical record fabricated by the devil, I was a sexually traumatized person who was raped by my uncle in my childhood. For this reason, I escaped from my broken family and my uncle's evil penis when I was eighteen.After escaping from the tiger’s mouth, I took my stolen mother’s private money and forced the black market doctor to perform anal reconstruction surgery on me, so that I could have a healthy and clean new anus. Unexpectedly, the side effect was that I would have severe bowel movements from now on The problem of incontinence filled my heart with hatred.After growing up, I have been planning to go back to my hometown and rape my uncle who raped me in the past, but because I am a natural coward, I still can’t make up my mind. In addition, I have sexual dysfunction, which is commonly known as immobility, so I am not sure. I can rape my uncle back. I am in pain, depressed day and night, and often think of suicide to end this life, but because I have always been timid and cowardly, I can’t even have the courage to kill myself. I always give up at the last moment, which leads to me lingering until now.Fortunately, last month I finally made a Nigerian black boyfriend who was willing to sacrifice his future for me. He was willing to rape my uncle instead of me. Fortunately, my black boyfriend confessed to me that he has AIDS, maybe Not only can I rape my uncle, but I can also cause him to get AIDS.Unfortunately, when we returned to our hometown, my uncle had already been hit by a car and died. I lost my only chance for revenge. My pain reached an unprecedented level. This time I wanted to commit suicide very much again, so I went to see a psychiatrist. See if you can give me some positive energy, after all, I am really a coward who dare not even commit suicide.

"Very good." I nodded and folded the medical records. It turns out that the ghost helped me register, not naively wanting to improve the poor communication between me and her, but wanting to use this bad medical record to humiliate me and make me look ugly.However, I was not angry at all. Instead, I admired the devil's black humor. I think this is indeed a good starting point for communication. "The artificial anus must be very hard." The doctor smiled. "Do you mind if I leak shit on your sofa later?" I sat down. The doctor laughed: "Then I will wait and see."

Well, this nonsense wait and see made me have a good impression of the doctor in front of me. I guess he already knew that it was a nonsense fake medical record, but he still asked me to jump in line to meet him urgently. This doctor has such a high sense of humor, no wonder he can make Xu Hao stunned for a while. "Should we start with your evil uncle? Or your great boyfriend?" The doctor sat down easily. "Well, let's start with my boyfriends, um, I mean, one of my boyfriends. One of my boyfriends is Xu Hao, one of your patients, remember? The novel is super ugly that one."

"Remember, we had an appointment today, but he didn't come." "Okay, I don't know if Xu Hao has mentioned his relationship with you, but forget it. What I want to know is that my boyfriend is obviously a writer without talent. Why do you..." I simply used nonsense to cut into what I wanted to discuss: "Why can you discuss his works so seriously with him? Could it be that you really think his novels are very good-looking?" The doctor smiled. "The novel itself is not good-looking, and there are some technical problems, such as... Do you want to listen?"

"Please speak quickly." "For example, Xu Hao likes to use the first-person point of view to tell the story, which will make the reader experience the situation, which is a good start, but when he can't justify himself, he often sneaks in the omniscient point of view of the third person, which is a kind of clumsiness. Betrayed by his perspective. But in terms of storytelling talent, your boyfriend Xu Hao is not completely lacking in talent, for example, in terms of creative ideas, he is indeed very talented in some ideas." "He is really talented? Oh my God, don't just say good things about him just because he is my boyfriend. I swear, no matter what you say to me, I will not reveal it to Xu Hao." I Raising my hand, I vowed loudly, "Otherwise, I would be hit by a car as soon as I got out of the clinic. There is this item. This way you can always tell me the truth, doctor? How on earth do you comfort a person who has no talent?"

The doctor slowly ate the apple slices, and looked at me with a smile: "What do you think is talent?" "...Ability to be good at, what you are good at, and talent for a certain thing. Probably like this." "Aside from leaking dung, what do you think your talent is?" He laughed so hard that the corners of his eyes wrinkled. I laughed out loud, I found out that I really like this doctor. "I have three talents, one that I cannot control, one that no one has discovered, and one that is outstanding." "Appreciate further details." "A talent that can't be controlled is leaking shit, a talent that no one has discovered is rock and roll, and as for outstanding talent..." I thought of the three laws of killers, but so what?As long as I adjust the doctor's neck from side to side before walking out of the consultation room, it will not be considered a violation of the killer's law: "Hey, it doesn't matter if I tell you anyway, my outstanding talent is killing people."

After I finished speaking, I immediately took out two semi-automatic pistols from behind and placed them on the log coffee table in front of the sofa. "I see, then why is rock music a talent that no one else has discovered?" The doctor didn't seem to mind the two pistols on the coffee table, and probably thought I was joking: "How outstanding is your talent for killing people?" ?” Ummmmmmmm, I'm not in a hurry to let you know just how good I am at killing people, doctor, I've only just started seeing doctors.I laughed so presumptuously in my heart. "Rock and roll is actually my destiny, but I'm not quite ready to let the world know my talent. How should I put it? Since I can't play the guitar, it was a difficult start." "I can't play the guitar, will I learn it?" "If I spend my time learning the guitar, won't the time I spend practicing singing be reduced? This is putting the cart before the horse. After all, I position myself as the lead singer! Playing the guitar is of course left to my future Partner, isn't it?" I munched on the apple. "If the lead singer sings loudly while playing the guitar, it will feel more rock and roll." "Probably, maybe, maybe. The only thing that is certain is that if I just start learning guitar now, my skills will definitely not be as strong as those who started playing in groups in middle school. Why would I want to do that? What about a half-baked thing? I still know this.” "Have you ever been the lead singer in a band?" "No." I said, and although I had no memory of the past, I was pretty sure of it. "Ever been in a choir?" "No." Although there is no memory evidence, I am very sure of this. "According to your logic, if you have never been a lead singer or joined a choir before, you must not be as skilled as those who sang a choir from childhood to adulthood. Why do you do such a half-baked thing?" "..." I was at a loss for words. The doctor continued to eat his apple slices slowly, and poured himself a cup of instant hot cocoa. I couldn't help but glanced at the double guns on the table. "Could it be because, in fact, you are not interested in playing the guitar, but only in singing?" The doctor smiled. "...probably." I realized I was nodding. "It's like making a movie, the director is the most important person in the crew, but the director may not be able to do what the scene notes do, and the director can't do what the scene notes do, it doesn't mean that the director doesn't need to know that the scene notes will do It may also simply mean that the director is not interested in what the scene notes do, or the director knows what role the scene notes play in a movie, but he does not need to have the full ability of a scene note, is that the case? ?” The doctor said something like a tongue twister, but fortunately I listened to what he said with all my attention. I have a sense of enlightenment. "That's right. If someone who is a director has been a cutscene, then of course he will do what a cutscene should do, but not every director is a cutscene, right? Damn, although I don't know that well, I didn't do it." There must be a lot of cutscene directors, and it doesn’t prevent them from being directors. I don’t believe Steven Spielberg did cutscenes.” "In this way, I think there must be very few directors who can compose film scores." The doctor shrugged. "That's right, that's the case. Directors who don't know how to compose film scores must account for 99% of them." "But the director who can't score still continues to be his director." "Yes! Clearly!" The doctor smiled noncommittally. "Do you think that a director who has been a cutscene must be better than a director who has not been a cutscene?" My eyes widened and my blood surged. "Of course not necessarily! If you say it this way, the person who used to be a cutscene, soundtrack, screenwriter, assistant director, producer, photographer, art director, costume director, location scout, and casting director is the most powerful person in the world. A great director? No! According to this standard, wouldn’t even a director who has played a leading role be better at making movies than a director who has only played a supporting role? Not necessarily!” The more I said, the more excited I was, Couldn't help clenching his fists. "It's not likely." "Being a director is all about talent and talent, and being a photographer also has the talent of being a photographer. If there are rules to follow in the world of talents, everything will not make sense." I am happy to make persistent efforts: "Damn it The same is true for rock and roll. Rock and roll is the natural enemy of decadent music. It is a kind of fanaticism from the inner world. It is a rebellious spirit that wants to be an enemy of the world. Play it, hey, what rock and roll pays attention to is wilder inner power!" I started gushing to the doctor about my dreams of rock and roll, my preparations for going into the rock world, the demo tape that was about to open up all possibilities, those cult classics that were replayed a hundred million times in my head. Once you talk, you can't stop. I think the dream of rock and roll is really important to me. He is the most important legacy left by me in the previous life to this life. I have forgotten all other unimportant things. The taste of deep yearning.I think this smart doctor must be able to understand what I'm talking about. At least, he must be able to understand the so-called talent—the so-called real talent, which is completely different from Xu Hao's fake talent that is just a chain of luck like shit. s things. When the doctor yawned deliberately and ended the consultation, I was still a little bit unsatisfied. "Remember to bring your recorded a cappella tape for me to listen to when you go back and forth with the doctor next time. I will keep it a secret for you." The doctor got up and stretched a little too much. "I'll think about it." I also got up and took another bite of the apple. It's really strange this apple in my hand. The apple I grabbed and gnawed from the moment I entered the clinic, I kept gnawing on it while I was chatting, and now at least two hours have passed, and only half of it has been gnawed off?And when this doctor was listening to me, he picked up the sliced ​​apples and put them into his mouth one by one. Why are there still two slices in the plate? I tilted my head, picked up the two pistols on the table and stuck them back to my waist in a little confusion. "Then bless you, let this one who has not been discovered be discovered by the record company as soon as possible." The doctor patted my shoulder and opened the door for me: "Keep working hard." "I hope." I was a little shy, and weighed half an apple in my hand. "In addition, I have to thank you for not leaking feces on my sofa, which saved me a lot of trouble." The doctor smiled. "Haha." I laughed dryly. The moment the clinic closed, I suddenly remembered something, but couldn't think much of it, so I had to close the door behind my back. Just as I was leaving the gate of the clinic, I saw the nurse reading gossip magazines inside the counter. "It's so late, why don't you get off work?" I said casually. "Huh!" The cute nurse looked a little surprised. Following her gaze, I saw the clock on the wall.Eight thirty-five. That's really weird, it's only been about half an hour since I entered that clinic? Why do I feel like we've been chatting for a long time. Only then did I remember that when I put the pistol back into my waist just now, I forgot to clear out the bullets inside. "..." I looked at the closed door of the clinic, and felt a strange feeling of warmth that went straight to the dryness. Let me get close, but want to stay as far away as possible. Damn it, this is what it feels like to see a psychiatrist? It doesn't matter, so be it for now. It won't be too late to send him to heaven after the doctor has listened to the tape I brought back next time and expressed his opinion. Haha, this sudden idea is really good, ah ah ah ah, let the first listener in the world who heard my rock demo belt die in the next instant, it feels like a dark legend of rock and roll hahahahahahahahahahahaha Ha ha……